The door opened. The sunlight flared inside before a silhouette blocked it, shading us. As soon as the door shut, I saw Zellman heading our way with his own special glower on his face, but I already knew it was him because he pulled into the lot right after me.

He was still texting when I walked past his truck and rapped on his window.

“Fight with Angeline?” Please. No more. I thought they got their shit together, finally.

The glower turned into a scowl, which was totally different from Zellman. He growled. “Not because of why you’re thinking. She just texted, said Veronica needs a place to stay. The Nut Buster is going to be staying with us for the next two months. I’m going to go crazy. I’m going to turn into Bonbon.”

She breezed past us, saying, “White van. Offer is always there.”

His head reared back as she went into the bathroom and he visibly shook. “Will she ever stop with that?”

Hawk shook her head. “No way. Not until someone actually takes her up on the offer. Then she’ll probably hump them from happiness.”

“Can’t your man take her back?”

A snort/grin was his response. “Brock ordered a new champagne bottle to be brought to the office when she announced she was coming to work with us, for an entire two weeks. Two weeks. And Brock doesn’t drink.”

Speaking of Brock and how they were more open that he was her man, I asked, “You’re heading back there this weekend?”

She sobered, nodding. “Yeah. You’ll be okay?”

“Me?”

She indicated to me, her eyes darting down. “You know. Today’s your last day for awhile and all.”

“Oh.” Warmth spread through me, sending little tingles to my toes and all the way to the back of my neck. It sucked today was my last day on the job, but the reason was a whole new chapter in life. “I’ll be fine.”

Zellman grunted. “Cross redid an entire room for them, just to have sex in. Those two have always been like rabbits once they got together and came out of not-ever-being-secretive at all, but—”

“Hey!”

He lifted up a shoulder, throwing his arm around my neck and pulling me in for a hug. “Come on, B.” His forehead rested to the side of mine. “Thick and thin. Crew forever and all that shit. You know I love you, but you and Cross, fucking rabbits. And yeah, that pun is totally intended.” But he hugged me tight for a second and he said quietly just for me, “You know I love you. Always crew.”

I did. I tipped my head back, letting him see that I was happy. I patted his chest. “Always crew.”